Tonight I'm in love with Alaska.
My guitar player and I drove south to Indian.
Sara at the Brown Bear cooked us burgers.
We watched sunset over Turnagain Arm.
After lunch there was no where to go but bed.
On my clean white sheets, death and I made a pact.
He was busy collecting souls
while I dreamt of dogs that don't bite.
I make him smile so he lets me live.
R.I.P.
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